Virgin Husband (Virgin Marriage 1)

When my cock is free I stand up and slide it between her folds. Her warmth surrounds me and I thrust home. It’s hot and fast and I can’t hold back as I grab her hips and pound into her.

“Fuck, you’re probably already pregnant but I’m going to make sure.” I hold myself deep inside her and reach around to play with her clit. “I need you to cum so you open up for me.”

I kiss her neck and she moans as I strum her just the way she likes it. Her body responds in kind, squeezing me, and I feel her sweet juices coat my cock. Her legs tense and she cries out, climaxing all over me.

“That’s it,” I whisper while she milks my cum from me.

It’s messy and I can feel our release coat the insides of her thighs. I smile to myself, thinking about her walking around all day with that on her and I can’t wait to taste it later. It might seem dirty and like something I shouldn’t want, but when it comes to my heart, I want it all.

“I love you,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“I love you too,” she says and leans back in my arms.

I plan on making love to her in every room in the house today. And then starting all over again tomorrow. We’ve got lots of time, but it feels like we’re trying to catch up. Maybe that’s what it’s like when you have to wait for the one? All I know is that I’m going to spend the rest of my days worshiping my wife and making her mine. I may have been a virgin husband when she met me, but now I belong to her. For life.

Epilogue

Caroline

Two weeks later…

Aiden’s finger brushes against my skin as he zips up the back of my dress. He kisses my bare shoulder and I gaze at him in the mirror. I’m not paying any attention to the wedding dress I’m in, merely staring at the man who is going to be my husband in a few short minutes. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to find him, but I did. Well, with a little nudge from Elvis.

This isn’t the first time I’ve put on the dress. I’ve seen it before. Aiden’s mom Joyce and Gia helped me pick it out. They’re both as excited for this wedding as we are. Then pouted when we informed them it would only be Aiden and me there at the wedding. It was what we both wanted. Him and me alone, making the choice to do something because it was what we chose to do. No outside influence anywhere. Two people starting a life together. We weren’t leaving everyone behind—it was just more symbolic to the two of us.

It helped that it gave me a reason to not invite my own family who was trying to work their way into my life. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I’m not in a rush to try and figure that out. It was like they put me to the side when they were busy, so I’m simply choosing to do the same. Maybe it’s petty of me, but right now I don’t care.

“I hope you’re not in love with this dress.” Aiden gives my shoulder a nip before kissing the same spot. I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss. I’m not in love with it. As much as it cost, though, I should care about his destroying it. But I don’t.

“I’m in love with you.” I smile against his mouth. “You can rip the thing from me after we say ‘I do’ for all I care.” It’s the truth. Aiden’s mom and Gia made me try on dozens of dresses. To be honest they all felt the same. All I cared about was getting married to this man and living up to the promise he’d made to me about us making a family of our own. Picking the dress was more to get close to his mom.

She’s sweet and I could see, like Savannah, she still has hurt riding her from the loss of her daughter. She’d actually been upset when she found out that Aiden and Savannah never shared true love. Once Aiden told his mom and dad, it was like the scales fell from their eyes and they now saw things they should have seen long before Aiden told them they didn’t love each other.

Now both his parents are making an effort to make sure they’re involved more in Aiden’s and my life. It’s sweet and I can see they love him. They had only done what they thought was best.

“Come.” He locks his hand with mine and pulls me from our bedroom. Elvis jumps up from where he was lying on the floor in the hallway. For some odd reason he enjoys plopping himself down right in the center of the hallway so that we almost trip over him in the mornings. He’s either there or in his window watching the ducks. His bittersweet love of chasing the ducks is one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. More so because the ducks are onto his hatred of water. Now they toy with him and know he won’t get too close to the water. It really is a love hate-relationship. Still, I got scared of what would happen if he finally caught one. That fear passed when I saw him sleeping on the dock, a duck resting its head on him, fast asleep too. Elvis is all bark and no bite.